over again

Nature falls in love with herself and

over again

for she understands

that death

is just a word that means

for now

we are separated

by some atmosphere.

And she laughs through a series

of monologues

finding the most resourceful

state of being

to surround her conic clouds

as the road upon which

airplanes fly.

She falls but not like water

as she gives up

the right

to watch us

like bees to wildflowers

gather warmth and all the yellow

as we attempt to capture light

the way

glass captures fingerprints.

For those who wait

she dances as the tide unraveling itself and

over again

she holds the hands

of those who

hold the universe 

within their dimpled smiles

and she falls in love

beyond the realm

of all that we can see.